Al wanted to stay at the scene of the murder and then carefully search for any clues to find out. He also had to re-arrange the guard posts in the town, etc. In short, there were many things to deal with. Time passed quickly, and the sun was already westward. Seeing that the matter at hand would not be completed for a while, Al ordered Clark to lead a team of guards to escort Clossi back to the castle first.

Because the murderous murder just happened, the murderer was not found yet. The residents in the town seemed panic, and the pedestrians on the road were all worried. Before the sky was dark, many people closed the doors and windows. Even the busiest main road in the town was much more bleaker than usual.

Clossi walked on the stone road with his head down, but his hands touched his chin, his delicate eyebrows tightly locked together, as if trying to recall something, while the one-eyed swordsman held the sword and kept his steps away from him.

"Are you the Knight?"

The rather tender childish voice came into his ears. Clossi was stunned for a moment, his nose couldn't help but twitch, and subconsciously held his footsteps. On the street was a boy slightly taller than the wheel of a donkey cart, at most three or four years old, holding a dilapidated knight puppet in his arms, who was looking at him with admiration, admiration, and longing. He seemed to stare at him in the eyes of the owner of a fairy tale.

It was the first time that Clossi had enjoyed such respectful eyes as a lord with a irritable temper and perverted personality to treat the leader as a lord with a groan. Although he was just a little doll wearing open-crotch pants, his vanity was greatly satisfied and he was a little fluttering.

"Oh." Since you are a noble, you will probably become a knight in the future. It feels very good to admire people~~. Closs, who had a tense face and tried not to smile, nodded, and then took two steps toward the child to look very fierce. "Aren't you afraid of me? There are also bad guys in the knights. Just like me, everyone is afraid of me."

"You will definitely be a good knight who is upright and brave, just like in the story." The child not only nodded with fear, but instead nodded with affirmative expression, holding his knight puppet, his eyes flashed with innocence and flawlessness in his eyes: "Your heart is more gentle and kind than ordinary people, pure and flawless, I know."

"Oh, this little guy..." Clossi, who could not resist the attack of Star Eyes, blushed rarely. He turned to the side and found that the guards were all lowering their heads and laughing, and puffing their cheeks and hating them a few times. This was the first time he had said this to someone for two years, and he realized that his character was so good! Of course, if the person who said this was clean, he would feel better.

The child tilted his head, looked at Clossi's leather-armored sword with envy, and said, "Mom said that although the lord is not old, he is a great knight and will definitely protect us all."

The unpromising Close was moved by a little brat who was still wearing open-crotch pants. He couldn't help but feel the urge to stand on the chair, step on the table with one foot, put your left hand on your hip, clench your fist with your right hand and swing it towards the sky.

The call of a woman came faintly from the alley. The little kid who was very good at coaxing showed his uneven mouthful of baby teeth and sang a powerful look. He was intoxicated by the world of "So the character is so good". Clossi smiled, held up the knight puppet in his hand, stepped on his two short legs and disappeared into the alley at the intersection of the street.

"I will definitely become a kind, upright and brave knight like you in the future." The tender childish voice echoed in the alley.

"Tsk, you really know how to talk." After a moment, Clossi muttered in a low voice, shook his head and laughed mockingly. He was so depraved that he was so happy for a little devil. Just as he was about to turn around and call the guards back to the castle, Clossi was stunned. He blinked his eyes, sniffed hard, and his slender eyebrows jumped gently. He seemed to smell a strange smell that seemed familiar, very light, very faint, so weak that he was not sure. Was it brought by the child?

"Is there anything wrong? Sir." The one-eyed guard came forward and asked when he found his lord looking at the entrance of the alley.

"No, nothing, maybe it's just an illusion..." Clossi shook his head and walked towards the castle on the hills outside the town. Maybe he was just too sensitive.

Deep in the alley, a pair of eyes emitting strange light in the sunset stared at the backs of Clossi and his group gradually fading away. The tightened pupils were like beasts about to prey, surging with malice, cruelty, greed, desire for flesh and blood, and many dark things. They did not take back their sight until the distant figure completely disappeared.

The master in sight was wearing simple-style marinated clothes, wearing a headscarf with red maple leaves and a peasant woman, carrying a vegetable basket and holding a boy who looked only three or four years old in one hand, probably a relationship between mother and son.

The little boy held a tattered knight puppet that was already a little dark and said happily when he saw the knight or something.

The peasant woman touched the child's head and smiled softly: "Go back, child, it's time to eat." Then, she pulled the child, who was only half her tall, and disappeared deep in the dark alley.

The sunset fell to the end of the sea, and the light gradually faded away. The night fell, as if it was about to devour all the darkness covering the earth...

The next morning, the castle became turbulent again as the day before. Clossi, who felt bad in his heart, was not resting completely, and opened his eyes when there was a slight noise outside.

Ah, who was covered in blood in Shaoqing's eyes, came to report that the internal organ collection enthusiast committed the crime again, and someone fell under his claws. This time the victim was a child who was only three or four years old...

I heard that the victim was a child who was only three or four years old. Clossi inexplicably remembered the little devil who was very happy to say that he wanted to become a knight yesterday. He suddenly felt a bad premonition...

Next to the main road of the town, a hotel named "Maple Leaf" was densely surrounded by a group of townsmen whispering and talking about something. There were several serious-looking guards in the inner circle maintaining order and prohibiting unrelated people from approaching.

In a room on the second floor of the hotel, Clossi sat motionlessly in a chair, lowering his head and covering his face with his hands, looking quite frustrated. The bad premonition was fulfilled, and the accident happened was the little devil who was innocent and happy calling the Knight yesterday. When he came, the little devil was lying quietly on the floor. Under his young body was a pool of dazzling blood, his face was bloodless, and his big eyes were open in horror but no longer had the breath of life.

Clark, who replaced Al as his personal bodyguard, stood silently behind Clossi, with one hand on his belt and the other holding the hilt of the sword tightly. He had already recognized the deceased as the child who spoke of his dreams yesterday with full of longing and his face. His life was so fragile. It was obviously fine when he parted, but the encounter after a short separation was indeed...

The young and tender fire of life was silently swallowed up by the darkness. Even mercenaries who were accustomed to life and death were not so easy to accept, let alone the second-generation Zu Clossi who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun in his previous life.

I had already discovered that there was an unknown smell here and I didn't pay attention to it! I had noticed the strange smell wrapped around the little ghost, but I didn't investigate it seriously because of luck! I clearly felt the strange smell in the room that made him very uncomfortable, and Clossi fell into deep self-blame and regret. Anger, sadness, and horror in his eyes, which were as refreshing and bright as the ocean...

If I could be more cautious, maybe I could catch that guy early. If I could be more alert, maybe this little devil would not die. If I could...if I could...if I could...if I could...

A low, crazy laughter overflowed from my throat, my nails penetrated deeply into my palms, and bright red blood dripped down my fingers. I...what is the Knight?!!!

"Close! Clossi!" Al came over and grabbed Clossi's shoulder to stop his self-harm. Then he held up Clossi's head. What he saw was a delicate but expressionless face and a pair of too calm eyes.

Realizing that his disciple was in a bad state, Al decided to ask the guards to send him back first. Although he had high hopes for Clossi, he was just a child who had just turned eight. Although it was a bit unusual, the cruel scene in front of him seemed to be too stimulating to him now.

While commanding the guards to collect the bodies, Al ordered Clark to send the lord back to the castle first.

"Wait." With a mixed look of sadness, calmness, and even majestic eyes, stopping the guard leader who came over to take him away, Clossi slowly walked to the corner of the room that was not easy to notice, bent down and picked up the already tattered knight puppet that fell there, walked back to the child in peace, stuffed the puppet back into his young and cold hands. "Al, let the guards bury this with him."

Everyone in the room had their eyes focused on Clossi. After a moment of silence, the captain of the guard sighed: "What is that?"

"It's this kid's...dream." He answered lightly, and Clossi gently closed the child's eyes that had lost their spirits. He slowly stood up and left the room without saying a word.

He always wants to leave his puppet with his dreams...? He really yearns to be a knight. Integrity, courage, kindness...

Although Chief Al deliberately increased the number of guard posts and patrol soldiers, the nervous, dull and suspicious atmosphere was still spreading in the town, and various rumors such as ghosts and monsters were circulating everywhere. Some people even dared to open doors and windows in broad daylight. The townsmen all knew that there was a vicious evildoer with a cruel psychological distortion method hidden among them. The lord's guard had no choice but to him so far, and he was curled up like a poisonous snake and stared at them in secret, casting a terrifying shadow on the simple and peaceful life of Leica Town.

Two days passed, and the murderer did not act again. The two victims had been buried before, and they were buried beside the forest at the foot of the mountain not far from the town. According to the guards, there were not many people coming to the funeral at that time, and the villagers who came seemed to be very scared. They all left in a hurry as if they were relieved at the end of the funeral. It was just a reason for fear of bringing misfortune and other boredom.

Clossi stood in front of the tombstone for a long time and was speechless. He always thought that he would bear great responsibility for the death of this child. One day before, he even wandered around the town despite Al's opposition to try to find the cruel murderer. However, the strange and special smell seemed to have never appeared and disappeared without a trace...

In the end, I still can't do anything? I'm really an incompetent guy. I'm simply smearing the omnipotent noun of the time traveler. Clossi sighed while touching the cold tombstone.

While Clossi was holding the tombstone and sighing, a woman walked out of the forest at the foot of the mountain and walked towards this side. She wore a simple-style cloak, a headscarf with red maple leaves, and a basket, which was the most common dress for peasant women in the town.

Clark, who had been guarding around, first found the woman coming. He frowned and looked for a moment, letting go of his right hand tightly holding the hilt of the sword. He seemed to have seen her and the child in the town before, probably the mother of the child. Although he heard that this woman had only exposed a few faces on the day of the incident and during the burial, he could hardly see anyone else at all, but Clark had no way to blame a heartbroken mother. He stopped the soldiers who were about to drive away the woman and walked up to him to guide the other party to the tombstone.

Not far away, Clossi suddenly smelled something that seemed to be there and not. He stopped sighing, sniffed hard, and raised his head with his slender eyebrows...

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Today I officially started to update, try to keep one chapter a day. To be honest, I don’t save much. There are other things in addition to going to school this month that will definitely waste time. I dare not say whether I can keep one chapter a day. I can only try my best.
Chapter completed!